However intense and whatever the duration, the concern is about one’s insignificance or the pointlessness of one’s life. This thought often arises from a sense of one’s extreme limitedness in both time and space. We are ephemeral beings on a tiny planet in one of hundreds of billions of galaxies in the universe (or perhaps the multiverse)—a cosmos that is coldly indifferent to the insignificant specks that we are.1 It is indifferent to our fortunes and misfortunes, to injustice, to our hopes, fears, values, and concerns. The forces of nature and the cosmos are blind.
